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“Don’t move, Trick,” she demands. “Understood?”
My desire shoots through the roof as I nod and stop moving. Usually, it's me giving the orders, and I’m surprised to find that I like this dynamic.
She smiles seductively as she continues to lower herself until I’m fully sheathed inside her. Her walls clench, and I groan. My hands gripping her ass as she leans forward and kisses me, slowly starting to rock her hips. It feels fucking fantastic, and I use my grip on her ass to speed her up, wondering if she’s going to stop me again, and getting a thrill run through me when I think she might.
She pulls back and arches an eyebrow at me, and I can’t help but smirk as she sits up, giving me a perfect view of her boobs, before she lifts herself almost completely off me and then slams back down, rocking her hips twice and then repeating the motion.
She’s driving me fucking wild.
Her eyes close as she picks up the pace, and I feel my orgasm build as she alternates between rocking her and lifting so that my dick almost springs free before she takes me again. It’s so fucking hard to stay still, but I’m so close and I know she is, I don’t want to do anything that could risk making her stop.
One of my hands travels up her side, brushes her breast, and then rolls her nipple, making her hips grind against me and her pussy clench. Reaching down between us, I part her folds and strum her clit.
She immediately falls apart, her nails digging into my chest as she cries out her release, she looks so fucking beautiful right now, and I explode, my orgasm quickly following hers as we both ride out the aftershocks before she collapses on top of me. I run my hand up and down her back as my other one sweeps the hair off her forehead, and I kiss her head, making her smile as she tilts her head up so I can kiss her.
“Are you okay?” she asks me.
I nod, “More than okay.”
“You know what I mean,” she replies, as she sits up and climbs off me, lying down next to me instead as she props herself up on one elbow and raises her eyebrow, looking at me expectantly.
I answer her honestly because she knows me well enough to know if I’m not being completely honest with her, “My leg twinges a bit, but it’s not bad, nothing I can’t handle, and it's well fucking worth it.”
She frowns slightly but replies, “Good, I’m glad. I really fucking missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I reply, and then add, “come here, I want cuddles now.”
She smiles as she settles back down on my chest, and her fingers start to draw patterns. It’s soothing. I find my eyes feeling heavy before I drift off into the best sleep I’ve had since I was injured.
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We got up stupidly fucking early this morning in order to make it to the warehouse, which is the first location that Gauld gave us. My men know me extremely well though, because they not only had a coffee ready and waiting for me when I finally peeled myself out of Trick’s bed, but they also had one in a travel mug ready for the journey.
It made me feel a bit better about my silent grumpy self when the guys called Rome to check that they had left and Jynx was grumbling in the background about the time and that it was an ungodly hour. At least it's not just me who struggles with the early mornings.
We’re pretty far into our journey before I wake up enough to ask, “So, what exactly is the plan?”
“And she’s awake,” Jensen jokes, prompting me to stick my middle finger up at him, which only makes his smile widen as he blows me a kiss.
“Well, on the off chance that there are people there, those that are able will head in and clear the building, and then, if it's all clear, they will call the others in. We’ll try and find anything that could help us, find Hunt, and find Rylie.” Trick replies, although a smile plays around the edge of his lips thanks to Jensen’s comment.
“Sounds good to me,” I reply. I am pleased that Trick is being smart about the situation despite how difficult I know it is for him to send us into danger and not be there with us.
We travel for a while longer, driving through a large town before I’m surprised to see that we start to head down quieter roads. There are barns and workshops here and there, but they’re spread pretty far apart. Eventually, Atlas pulls over, Rome pulling their car up behind us, and we all start to get out.
“The warehouse is just around this corner, I am reasonably sure that it’s empty. Ace and I had a brief look over the site using a couple of satellites yesterday, but we can’t be entirely sure, hence why we thought it would be safer for us to park here and go on foot.” Peter explains as we all gather around our vehicles, making sure that we’re all suitably armed.
I share a grin with Jynx, I love this part of the job, the unknown and the rush of danger. We could be walking into anything, there could be a whole building of highly trained people ready to take us out, waiting for us just around the corner, and call me crazy, but I fucking love that.
“We’ll wait here. If you need backup, call us in; we aren’t completely useless,” Jensen practically orders, his face serious for a change, and he’s bouncing on his toes, clearly struggling with being left behind.
“Don’t worry, dude, we will,” Ace tells him, for once not teasing since he knows how hard this is for him. Ace’s eyes suddenly light up, “Why don’t we have you connected on the phone? That way, you can listen to everything that’s happening. Unless someone remembered to bring earpieces.”
“No, it was on my list, but I completely forgot. I guess we’re going to have to do this the old-school way,” Rafe replies, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’ll ring Trick,” Atlas offers, pulling out his phone, dialing, and then putting it back in his pocket when Trick picks up.